Named and Shamed (24 page)

There was no time for further musings. Her body was bent double by two pairs of sturdy hands and she was removed from the washing line display zone. Someone gave her a vicious whack on her backside and told her to march smartly. It has the opposite effect. She felt her legs go out from under her and could only whimper in disbelief as she was dragged across the concrete hall to whatever fate might await her.

The nauseating sound of her metal hooves dragging against the concrete should have had Jenny scrabbling around trying to get to her feet. The awful things were going to draw sparks. She never had a chance to try and right herself though, because before she knew it she was hoisted aloft and by the sound of the clunk underneath her, she had landed on wooden floorboards. That, at least, meant they were not in the dungeon, although she did not sigh in relief. Voices were everywhere, some animated, some mere whispers, but there was an unmistakeable thread of tension in the air.

When two sets of burly hands grabbed her and pushed her down to assume an all-fours position, she immediately went into defensive mode, but try as she might she could not fight them. They both laughed at her futile efforts.

'I think we have a feisty one here,' one of them crowed in delight.

A heavy saddle was then placed over her back and buckled tightly in place. While one then worked on threading loops of rope around her knees and calves to secure her, the other wiggled his booted foot in her naked sex. Shamefully, she couldn't help stifle her body's reaction, which was to writhe pitifully against it. Unruly laughter accompanied her acute embarrassment and the room erupted in noise. Her cheeks flooded with heat and she found herself almost grateful of the hood that still covered her head. A lurid voice suddenly boomed over a loudspeaker, and had Jenny not been tied down she might have hit the ceiling.

'Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Albrecht Stables. I'd like to introduce you to one of our newest trainees. Can we have a large round of applause for Pretty Pink Petals?'

There was an excited thump of hands and it was some time before he could continue.

'You'll be pleased to know we have not one but two auctions in store for you today, because would you believe that our newest little novice here is an anal virgin?'

Another round of applause met this statement and Jenny could only chew on her bit and listen with mounting horror.

'The first auction will be for a two day vacation with our four-legged friend, and the lucky winner can show her the ropes and break that delectable little backside in. The second auction, of course, is for her trainer, and I'm pleased to announce that we have a record turn out on that score. Four Albrecht trainers have made their interest known and will thrash it out between them for our filly's dedicated servitude and submission. We have it on good authority that it won't be an easy task; she's a spirited little thing but she is destined to wear the black, and with the right Master I dare say she'll be worth a pretty penny when they've finished with her.'

There was another cheer and one male voice shouted over the crowd, 'For God's sake get on with it; we're busy people, Matthius.'

'Indeed you are. With that said, let the festivities begin. Who will start the bidding for her ass?'

From behind Jenny's hood all she could discern with any certainty was that the gates to the underworld had been swung wide open. Ridiculous figures flew from people's mouths, and with each new total another figure was quickly screamed over it. There was a crush of movement to where she was mounted on the stage and she could feel the floorboards creaking under the pressure. Whilst she felt no more than the flick of a few fingers scrabbling for her skin, panic began to consume her.

'Stand back, everyone. The show is about to begin.'

Although Jenny's heart felt like it had just been launched into hyperspace, due to the hood she was wearing her senses remained acute. She could smell hints of musk, lime and pine in the room, which indicated that most of the people near to her were men who enjoyed spritzing themselves generously with aftershave. She caught a waxy sniff of something synthetic, which could have been hair gel, and there was a faint smell of ginger - perhaps someone's body lotion?

She heard all the different voices that volunteered forth a bid upon her, and noted that the group had come from far and wide for the opportunity to secure their prize. The accents she picked out were Arabic, Spanish, English, American, Japanese, French, Italian, German, Greek and Russian. Judging by the ambient noise in the room, she guessed it was packed to the rafters and she estimated that around five hundred people were watching her every move. It both terrified and thrilled her. Her body buzzed with adrenaline and desire, but her fear would be difficult to conquer. What were they going to do with her?

When the figure had reached four hundred thousand pounds and the bidding had slowed somewhat, Jenny heard the auctioneer's voice explode out of the loud speakers once more.

'Who would like to see one of Albrecht's newest fillies squiggle and squirm?'

There was a loud roar of approval before he continued.

'And who would like to see this little pet impaled in all three of her luscious, tight little holes?'

Another bellow of general agreement ensued.

'Steer your eyes towards the stage, ladies and gentlemen, because you're in for a treat.'

As the hood was torn from Jenny's head, the hands were deafening in their enthusiasm. At first she mistakenly thought they were impressed with her youth and beauty, but that was not the case at all, she was to realise. Her bridle and bit were roughly yanked from her head and a large steel pole with an impressive black dildo at its base aimed for her face. Instinct had Jenny opening her mouth and a round of foot-stomping ensued as the thick plastic penis embedded itself halfway to her gullet. She gurgled at the intruder and tried to spit it out, but the man holding the fiend was insistent that it stay there. As Jenny raised her eyes to examine him, a loud crack rang out upon her backside.

'Eyes down, slave!'

Defiantly, Jenny tried once more to eye up her tormentor, but the second blow upon her ass was much stronger than the first and the pain had her eyes rolling in her head. What were they using back there, a cane? It made her eyes water. At the same time the dildo began rotate left and right, being worked slowly into her jaw. Backside smarting, she lowered her eyes and got a good view of the enormous plastic imposter trying to fill her mouth.

'Five hundred thousand pounds,' somebody yelled.

It was then that Jenny discovered that the smell of lime and ginger earlier had not come from a spectator's aftershave. The dildo in her mouth had a coating of slick lubricant and she could taste the tartness of fruit, coupled with the heat of the spice.

The pole was slowly pushed back, delving as far as it could before it was yanked forward for a repeat lunge, and with each thrust forward the audience roared their appreciation. The man behind it was clearly out to give the crowd a good show and he had lots of passion for his task. Jenny's main concern was that the heat in her mouth increased with each new stroke, but the size of the dildo levering her jaw wide open was also cause for alarm.

'Six hundred thousand.' This time the voice was high-pitched and female.

Another shove with the pole and Jenny gurgled insensibly around the plastic cock taking her mouth. She could barely breathe. The fit of the dildo inside her mouth was so tight she could barely make a sound and the ability to take in air was limited to the second or so of the dildo's quick retraction. Concentrating on her breathing, she almost didn't notice when another of the same design began a very determined dance against the slippery entrance to her sex. It wasn't seeking admittance at first; it was there to tease and cajole her body backward. It wanted to see if she would impale herself upon it. Jenny was not going to give them any more of a show than absolutely necessary and at first she tried to ignore the insistent urgings of her body. She wanted to be filled. She wanted to be slammed into. She needed friction and lots of it, but she restrained each impulse that wanted to rock her body. They would not get their kicks from watching her today.

That was before the dildo began to find its way inside her. At first it was an annoyance. The deliciously long, fat length of it was fulfilling one of her needs with a satisfying tick, but trying to keep her body still was becoming a chore. She wanted to move. Her body wanted to stretch sinuously, relax into the dildo's insistent rhythm and shake its booty. Jenny allowed it no such privilege.

'Such a rebellious nature, ladies and gentlemen! What a stance of defiance! Who will have the pleasure of taming this beast for a couple of nights? Do any of you dare?' The voice across the loudspeaker was brimming with unconcealed glee. He could smell money and the girl on the stage fairly reeked of the stuff.

Her backside wriggled. It was only one little sway of boldness, but there would undoubtedly be more. The dildo at her rear was covered in the same spicy coating as the one claiming her mouth, and it
burned
.

The two pole bearers were speeding up their tempo and spearing her in a 'spit roast' fashion, to the delight of the audience. Bids sped through the air and it wasn't long before she lost count of them. Voices blurred, time slowed and all that was left was the inner workings of her body, demanding more as it bucked to and fro. When a flogger came to play against her backside she could have cried. Twisting and turning, rocking and swaying, her body gave them the show that she would have refused them. She had lost the battle for control.

'Wiggle that tail, pony, show us what a good little filly you're going to be during your training here at Albrecht.'

The annoying DJ voice was the only sound loud enough to make itself heard in Jenny's consciousness. Everything else was drowned out by the sea of desire she found herself swimming in. Wayward fingers from those around the stage had now managed to get close enough to give her clit little rubs and tormenting flicks. Jenny's tail swished from side to side. She shook her ass and screamed out her frustration, but thankfully she was now oblivious to the amusement and jeers of the crowd. Her body was burning from the inside out. The salve itself was an instrument of torture and each new stroke became more difficult to endure. When a couple of enterprising fellows managed to climb up upon the stage with her and were allowed to join in the fun, Jenny wanted to scream out in torment. Nestling their bodies underneath her, pulling at her nipple chain and watching her breasts jump, their hands searched for her sex and ultimately, her clit.

'Hand up, ladies and gentlemen. Who would like to see this filly explode?'

The response to the auctioneer's voice was ear-splitting. The knowledge of what was to come, humiliating. The wait was exasperating and the anticipation excruciating, for Jennifer Redcliff wanted the end result as much as they did. She was hotter than hell and fit to burst. Under the wriggling fingers and meandering hands her body purred. It needed to die the little death, dance the greatest dance and rush headlong into blissful capitulation. Fingers found sweet spots all over her body, rubbed and coaxed them to life and worked sinfully quickly. Her body pulled at the rope restraining her, dribble pooled on the floor as the dildo took yet another plunge inside her, and her back arced high in the air, stiffening suddenly.

The crowd got a split second scream before the dildo dived deep inside her mouth and plugged it firmly shut, whilst the pole inside her pussy reached for her cervix. Her body twisted and shook, but the fingers paid no heed. They continued their mischievous ministrations until they had extracted the maximum number of orgasmic contractions and had her gasping for breath and trembling for all she was worth. So intense were the sensations that wracked her body, she drooped and her head fell towards the floor. She was flying. Faster and harder than Concorde, it was an elite experience where every nerve-ending tingled and every synapse within her body lit up.

'Sold to paddle number four-five-two for the princely sum of one point six million!'

The auctioneer's animated voice echoed in her head. Jenny wasn't really processing what was going on in the room, but somewhere a distant brain cell informed her that it was a reasonably impressive figure.

As the dildo slowly slipped from her mouth and she began to take in several lungfuls of air, she finally realised that she had just been sold. Somebody had just paid for a two day vacation with her body, minus her mind. Who were these people? How could they get away with these kinds of malicious games? And why hadn't she been rescued? What was she missing? What was their game plan?

None the wiser for the time being, she decided to scan the room and see what she could deduce from the clientele who occupied it. Unfortunately, it appeared she'd left it a little bit late. Most of them had their backs to her and were in the process of leaving in an orderly fashion. All were elegantly attired and, at a guess, seventy-five percent of them were male.

'Head down!' An almighty crack rang out across her backside and without having to be told twice, she dipped her head to the floor once more. The pain of the swing had her biting her lip and it took a few seconds to compose herself. What she had managed to discover in her brief scan of the room was that she had been auctioned in the red room with the black chandeliers and myriad of mirrors. The mirrors would have given everyone a fantastic view of her body in the throes of torment. Alas, there was no time for grumbling, embarrassment or horror. There would be plenty of time for that later. She needed to keep her wits about her and find out what was going to happen in act two.

'Trainers wishing to make their interest known in Petal should step forward now, please.'

Angling her head backwards, she used the mirrors behind her to see who was left in the room. Two people immediately stepped forward. She spotted Lyle instantly, with his greying hair and natty tweed jacket. No thank you, she thought.